Letra de 'The Time Song' de Don't Hug Me Im Scared

Come on guys, stop mucking around
We only have five minutes until our show's on
That's not enough time
There's always time for a song
Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist
The past is far behind us, the future doesn't exist
Oh

Whats the time?
Its a quarter to nine, time to have a bath
What do you mean, we're already clean
Scrub scrub scrub til the water's brown
Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn't go backwards, only one way
Watch it go round like a merry go round, going so fast like a merry go round
Lets go on a journey, a journey through time
Time is changing all the time, its time to go to time

But we don't really want to
We're going to miss our show
Don't be stupid friends
C'mon its time to go
Time is old like the victorian times
With cobbles and plague and speaking in rhymes
With cobbles and chimneys a simpler time
With cobbles and sawdust and batteries and slime
This tree that is old has circles inside
The tree that is older has shriveled and died

The apple that is fresh is ripe to the core
And I rot over time and I'm not anymore
Time can be told by the Moon or the Sun but time flies fast when you're having fun
There's a time and a place for mucking around
Like birthdays
And camping
I'm friends with my dad
And then what happened after the olden days?
Time went new and got old like history
Stuff from the past went into a mystery
An old man died

But look a computer
Everything's cool, it's the future
Time is now, the future anew, and look at all of the wonderful things you can do
With gadgets and gizmos and email addresses
My dad is a computer
Look at the time
Its quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate
Its twenty past day, there's fish on my tray
Its eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath
Its nine thirty, there's fish everywhere
Fish everywhere

Now you can see the importance of time
It helps us make pizza, it keeps things in line
But when did it start?
And when will it stop?
Time is important and I am a clock
If we run out of time, where does it go?
Is time even real?
Does anyone know?
Maybe time's just a construct of human perception
An illusion created by-

Meh, meh, meh, meh
Meh, meh, meh, meh
Meh, meh, meh! Meh!
Meh! Meh! Meh! Meh!
Sunrise, sunset
Night and day
The changing seasons the smell of hay
Look at your hair grow, isn't it strange?
How time makes your appearance change
Make it stop!
Its out of my hands, I'm only a clock
Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine
But eventually everyone runs out of
Time